Andrius arrived at the clubhouse half an hour later wearing only pajamas with a long coat thrown on top.

Fortunately, he was a regular patron of the clubhouse and was recognized the moment he entered the door. Otherwise, he would have definitely been refused entry with what he was wearing.

When he got to the private room under Byron, he saw him already sitting in there. There were only a few plates of simple bar snacks on the table, and the rest of the space was filled with wine bottles.

There was one bottle with a large half of its content already drunk.

"What's wrong?" Andrius' heart sank as he carefully sat down beside his brother.

Byron, as if having just noticed his existence, turned to glance at him with an empty look. "I did as you said."

Hearing this, Andrius could not help frowning. He did not know what he meant.

Did as he said? What did he say? What would make his friend like this?

While pondering about it, Andrius poured himself a glass of wine and joined Byron to dr